Article 104742 of alt.sex.stories:
From: jsharpe@access.awinc.com (Caesar)
Subject: "Wicked Mother-In-Law" (mf, nc)
Date: 4 Nov 1995 18:48:36 GMT

			 Wicked Mother-in-Law
				  by
				Caesar

-Paul-

	"Julia, you OK?" Paul looked around the half open door into
the semi-dark room. Inside was the master bedroom, and his mother-
in-law.

	He opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him. "Do
you need anything?" Again silence. Time quickly allowed him to get
used to the shadowy darkness in the large room. Paul saw the inert
form laying near the edge of the queen-sized bed, his mother-in-law.
Outside the door, he could hear the party, still loud after eight
hours, and which promised to continue for several more. It was obvious
to the man that his wife's mother was totally inebriated. Drunk! Not
the first time, either.

	Earlier that evening, she had verbally assaulted everyone at
the party. As usual sounding like the high-holy bitch she was.
Sometimes she was the perfect mother-in-law, polite considerate, other
times she was Paul's worst nightmare. Tonight was one of those times.
Her husband had stormed out about three hours ago, disgusted and
furious at the abuse his own wife was laying upon him. Don't think he
had patience, no this was her fourth husband, she keeps scaring them
away. She was indeed the "wicked mother in law"!

	Paul was too nice for the family he had wed into. Julia, his
mother-in-law, was very hard to get along with. So much so that he
only saw her about once a year. And even his wife, the daughter, only
came over four to five times a year. Perhaps he should be mad at the
woman, and he may be, but by nature he didn't show his feelings.

	First he checked to see if she was still breathing. He stood
next to her inert form, looking upon her face radiated by the
streetlight coming through the window. He could see her eyes moving
behind the lids, and gave him an eerie feeling. As if she was still
awake. Not for the first time did he notice that she was still very
attractive. A woman who looked good even at forty-five, the classy
dress and high heel kind of "lady". Yet this time, his view was
unhindered by anyone or anything. He studied the shape of her jaw, the
curve of her lower lip, her round chin, high cheekbones. Paul's gaze
slowly rolled down her body, to the pronouncement of her breasts, the
tiny swell of her stomach, wide hips, and shapely thighs. Julia was
dressed to kill, trying to impress her guests. If not for her mouth
she would perhaps be the perfect hostess.

	Kicking himself out of his trance he swing around to collect a
blanket from the closet. He opened it and held it in two hands to
drape it over the bottom of the bed. Paul slowly pulled it up her
still body. Only when it was just about at her shoulders did, he
pause.

	Julia's tongue had slid out of her mouth and moistened her
full lips. That little motion caused her son-in-law to stare again at
her beauty. He let the blanket go, effectively covering her to her
chin. Then he sat down next to her hip. Once at his wedding, Julia was
drunk and had grabbed a piece of his buttock while dancing, telling
him that if her daughter didn't know how to "fuck" then she would show
him how its done. It was a very embarrassing moment, several people
saw, and even a few heard her. Another time, while dating his future
wife, his mother-in- law had kissed him goodbye, no one else had been
in the room. Her pointed tongue had driven into his mouth, while her
crotch was grinding against his producing a embarrassing effect. Again
she had been drinking. Those moments and others went through his head
as he sat there and looked upon her silent beauty.

	Slowly and very cautiously he placed his hand upon her face.
It cupped one side, his thumb against her pouting lips, index finger
on her closed eye.

	Julia didn't move.

	Paul again breathed. He had held his breath, nervous at what
he was doing. What was he doing? Even he didn't know.

	The thumb moved over her red lips, moving them slightly,
feeling the moistness that they hid. His other hand came up and
whipped her long hair from her forehead and eyes, letting the light
show all her pretty features. The thumb worked itself just between her
lips, to her very white teeth. The other hand rubbed the other side of
her face down to her neck. Feeling the strong smooth skin and the
heartbeat just next to the windpipe.

	He marvelled at her comatose state, thankful that she would
never know he was doing this. Paul bent forward and placed his lips
against the older woman's. His tongue slide past her lips and his
thumb to slide against hers. He could taste the stale alcohol and
cigarettes, ignoring them. He finally recognized the primal urge to
dominate this "woman", to fuck her mercilessly. It was a foreign
emotion to the usually docile man.

	Paul sat up and took his hands from her. Looking down at her
beauty, knowing that he wanted to control this woman, to show her who
was the "man". He ripped the blanket down from her neck to about her
waist, again exposing her. Both his hands dropped to the raised mounds
of her covered breasts. They were not large boobs, nor were they
overly small, but he considered them just right. None too gently he
moulded them, feeling the texture and elasticity of the fleshy globes.
The young man again took his hands from her, but instead grasped the
edges of her expensive blouse and ripped it from her chest. Buttons
flew, the fabric tore, but her bra covered breasts were revealed. Yet
that wasn't enough for Paul, he quickly and expertly maneuvered her
arms from the sleeves before throwing the now-useless fabric to the
corner floor. The bra was next, it was a strapless type, which he
viciously pulled down to completely expose her full round breast and
nipples. The bra was soon thrown with the discarded blouse upon the
floor.

	The nipples were an inch wide, a dark brown colour, and soft.
Paul pinched one between thumb and forefinger. Roughly he twisted
them, watching her face for a reaction. Wanting her to feel the pain
of his attack. It was obvious she didn't feel anything, so he grasped
the other in a similar grip. He turned them back and forth like knobs
on a radio. Yet she didn't even groan out with pain. The only respite
the man had was her eyes moved more rapidly behind her closed lids.
That and both nipples hardened beneath his rough touch.

	This form of domination soon lost its flavour and he replaced
one hand with his lips. Sucking the hard poky nipple with his mouth,
the tongue flicking the summit back and forth. He could taste the salt
of her skin, the old perfume, and even the smoke from the party.

	Paul wanted more, wanted her to suffer for the humiliation
that she had caused him. He ripped the blanket from the lower half of
her body. He turned her on her side to undo the buttons of her skirt.
It was a loose expensive fabric, tough and resilient. And quickly
frustrated the young man. Turning her on her stomach he pulled the
skirt down her long legs. Now the only thing his mother-in-law wore
was her panties. Plain cotton white panties. Paul loved them, the way
they hugged her bottom, how it highlighted her hips, showed the crack
of her bottom.

	He hated her. Paul realized his own wife, Julia's daughter,
was not this pretty. Sure she was younger, but the mother was better
put together. Maybe he should have taken the slut up on one of her
offers, instead of sitting here fondling her comatose naked body. With
a growl of disgust at himself he pulled her panties down past her hips
before placing them in his sports jacket pocket. Those he would save
for later.

	Smartly his hand smacked her bottom. Enjoying the delightful
wiggle that he produced, also the rapid reddening of her skin.
Roughly he rolled her onto he back. The large thatch of sexual down
covered her crotch. He sighed uncontrollably as his hand ran through
the thick hairs. Already her heavy sex smell drifted up to his
nostrils.

	That was the moment that he wanted more than just humiliating
her. Paul wanted to fuck her. To him that would more than prove to
himself he was a "man". He spread her legs far apart before kneeling
down between them to place his face very close to her crotch.

	A slight glistening crack of pinkness could be seen between
the thick bush. He realized she trimmed her pussy, along the edges and
also shortened it around the crack. A perfect sculpture which he
wanted to kiss.

-Julia-

	The first sensation that the experienced woman had was of
pain. Her nipples hurt viciously. She was face down, her mouth and
nose pressed into a pillow almost cutting off her supply of oxygen. A
hand was roughly fondling her bottom. It pulled apart the cheeks and
even traced the length of her crack with a finger. Another hand ran
up and down her back, exploring and touching every inch of her
backside. Down the back of her legs to her calf, the same hand seemed
determined to touch every inch of her still body.

	When Julia finally decided to reveal her awakened state, the
unknown person roughly rolled her onto her back. She stilled, patient
and interested in this little "game".

	Her legs were quickly and unceremoniously spread, the cool air
hitting her slightly damp vagina. The woman stilled a shiver as a
finger traced the soft wet inner folds that stuck through the outer
vaginal lips. The person above her was then doing something with "his"
clothes, taking them off evidently.

	Julia could not hold back the sigh as a damp tongue licked the
length of her cunt. Her second of weakness caused the other person to
still, perhaps waiting and watching her for proof of her drunken
state. Soon the tongue again applied itself to her sex. Not to please
her, more for the pleasure of just exploring the crevice hidden
between her legs. A finger slide slowly but not gently into her sexual
hole, causing another moan of pleasure to escape her lips. It took a
large amount of effort to keep still during these moments. The finger
wiggled around deep inside her, feeling everywhere.

	The woman tried to remember what she had been doing this
evening. The sounds of the party were still very loud, yet individual
voices could not be distinguished. Julia wondered if the person
between her legs was her husband, yet quickly dismissed that thought
with the hazy image of him storming out of the house. Beside, she
thought, he never fucked her when he drank, liquor seemed to soften
his dick. So who could this person be? It excited her just from the
mysterious nature of this meeting.

	Two fingers were now fucking her with a regular and even
exciting motion. It was almost like the person fingering her didn't
care if she got excited or not. He was only using her for his own
inquisitiveness. She could feel the person move his body so the
obvious male hardness pressed into her leg. The man stroked himself
along her smooth skin. The situation was damn kinky and Julia loved
it.

	All to suddenly the attention changed, the man disengaged
himself from her. Julia knew what was about to happen! The man knelt
between her legs and then suddenly lunged forward, his cock sinking
deeply into her. A small scream escaped her lips. Partially from the
pleasure of being entered, and from the pain of her barely wet cunt
hole being rudely invaded. She felt his balls hit her buttocks below
her vagina.

	Unable to old back any longer, Julia lifted and spread her
legs enabling the penis inside her greater penetration. She locked her
ankles together above her assailant. Her hands came up and held onto
the mans neck and shoulders. Only a part of her told her to keep her
eye lids closed still pretending a unconscious state.

	The man grunted with his own bestial pleasure then began to
viciously drive in and out of her. At first the intrusion was more
than a little painful. But very soon Julia's juices flowed and enabled
her more enjoyment. It was more the idea of being fucked by this
unknown man more than the fuck itself that Julia enjoyed. Hell the
person above her didn't seem to care if she enjoyed herself or not, he
was just using her for a fuck toy.

	The bed below her was rocking and shaking with the strength of
this mans fucking. She could not control herself and began to drive
her pelvis upwards meeting his down thrusts. It was a champion screw,
one that reminded her of her teenage years living in the sixties. The
best lover she had ever met was also an unknown person, "free love".

	Just when Julia was about to finally reach that pinnacle of
sexual pleasure, an orgasm, the man pulled his still rock hard cock
out of her. She felt and heard him quickly crawl up her body,
straddling her chest. The middle-aged woman forced herself still,
knowing that to reveal her awakened state would ruin this moment. The
man roughly squeezed her breasts together and began to fuck the
crevice between them with his pussy juice coated cock. He pinched her
nipples roughly, using them to pull the breasts together causing her a
large amount of pain. The man obviously was getting closer to his own
orgasm, just from the sounds he was making.

	He let go of her breasts only for a moment to rub his slippery
cock along the curves of her face and her moistened lips. Unable to
control herself she speared out her tongue to lick her own juices from
her lips and the head of the cock above her.

	The man laughed maliciously then choked out, "I'm going to cum
in your face mother!"

	It was Paul her daughters husband! Julia felt the blood in her
veins freeze, just as he again pumped between her large fleshy
breasts. By the sounds of it, he would soon gain the orgasm that he
had worked so hard to achieve. Right onto her face and chest.

	Julia pictured her daughter and the man above her at the party
earlier. Nothing was any different than ever before, why was he doing
this to her? She could barely remember the times when she had flirted
with him, did he take her seriously? It was very obvious that he had!

	The first shot of sperm surprised Julia, hitting her cheek
bone and down to the edge of her lips. Paul above her froze as his
cock jerked in orgasm again and again. The middle-aged woman was
coated in her son-in-laws cum. It left a milky white coating on one
side of her face, into the crack between her lips, dripping down her
neck, and between the crevice of her breasts. It lasted forever,
reminding her of her sin.

	Paul immediately stood and began to hurriedly dress, it took
only seconds. Julia heard and felt him sit next to her still body.
His hand come to her face and rubbed the sticky sperm into her skin.
He opened her lips with his hand then stuck his fingers into her
mouth, one at a time. Using her teeth and the inside edge of her lips
to clean off the cum from his finger. Leaving her with a mouth full of
salty sperm.

	Julia was very still, wanting him to still think her drunk
senseless. Yet even without moving the sperm had a strong almost
guilty taste in her mouth. She doubted if she would ever get ride of
the taste. Only after he pulled his fingers from her mouth did she
swallow the mouthful, thankful that she didn't choke. Her son-in-law
again stuck a finger into her wet flowered open vagina. Twisting it
around and wiggling the tip constantly. Then he withdrew it to press
it to her bottom hole. The back passage being so close to the well
fucked cunt was coated in slippery juices and allowed his digit to
enter easily. Again he wasn't gentle.

	Only after his finger was seated deep inside her rectum did he
bend down and kiss her sticky lips. His tongue forcing itself into her
mouth tasting the mingled juices there. He spoke into her face, still
thinking her drunk, "Maybe next time you get drunk I'll fuck you again
Julia!" He said it so confidently that she didn't doubt him one bit.
It was a side of her son-in-law that she had never seen before.

	Paul hastily stood and exited the sex smelling room, leaving
Julia laying spread upon the bed. She waited long after the door
closed just to be sure of his exit. After perhaps ten minutes did she
turn onto her side and begin to cry. Julia felt guilty for what she
had done, sorry for her daughter. Even while she cried her hand slid
between her sweaty thighs to cup her sex. A finger began to agitate
her clitoris causing a sigh of delight to escape between sobs.

	Perhaps Julia felt more guilty, not for her daughter, but for
what she was feeling right now!

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